14 6 / 2014
18 2 / 2013
06 1 / 2013
tonight, he told me he, “i wouldn’t trade any thing for where i am right now. even as much as i like to wonder about the possibilities, i wouldn’t change anything about where i ended up.”
and i know true love because i recognize it inside myself. and i know true love because i see it reflected back at me in his eyes.
02 1 / 2013
"…and so they talked two hours or more, perhaps about Cape Horn, perhaps not, and really it would profit little to write down what they said, for they knew each other so well that they could say anything they liked, which is tantamount to saying nothing, or saying such stupid, prosy things, as how to cook an omelette, or where to buy the best boots in London, which have no lustre taken from their setting, yet are positively of amazing beauty within it. For it has come about, by the wise economy of nature, that our modern spirit can almost dispense with language; the commonest expressions do, since no expressions do; hence the most ordinary conversation is often the most poetic, and the most poetic is precisely that which cannot be written down. For which reasons we leave a great blank here, which must be taken to indicate that the space is filled to repletion."